An Evil Field

A story inspired by a convosation with my friend, Hollie (Kalika997) Sorry if it sucks but I had to finish it quickly as Doctor who was starting. Check out Hollie's page and enjoy the story!

Submitted:Sep 8, 2012
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The clear blue sky has started to get tainted by
the grey platoon of clouds rolling in with the breeze. I mutter
to myself, "If we're going to get home dry, we best leave now." I
call for Maxy and he scrambles out of the long, parched grass
with his tongue wiggling in the breeze like a stubborn fish. He
pounces at me, with his head like a fury brick, and I fly
backwards, laughing as I go. Dusting myself down, we start
heading back along the path created by middle aged wanderers
squash down the grass with their sandals. They give me strange
looks. They give me strange looks because of my hair and my
clothes. They judge me because of them and think I'm weird. I
would like to say I didn't care. I honestly would.

Suddenly, Maxy stops dead in his tracks and stares ahead. I do to
for the gate has disappeared. In its place, there are brambles
and nettles and pieces of discarded plastic. The clouds start to
block the sunlight and I start to feel cold. Something isn't
right.

I turn to see the path to have disappeared. The grass stands tall
and green as if suddenly revived of its terrible thirst. In the
distance I see a sparking lake. As if god had just poured sprite
into a crater. Magnificent white swans glided across the surface
leaving ripples in its wake as if the water was warm honey. Maxy,
seeing this not so much as a piece of art as a buffet, bolts
forward. I reluctantly follow.

But as I sprint after the mad hound, I hear a rumbling and the
earth begins to shake. Thick vines burst from the ground and grow
tall before me. They wraith like medusa's split ends and dart
towards my feet. Just avoiding them, I leap and run. I run and
run and run. The vines follow at a magnificent speed. They dig
into the earth and emerge in front of me to try a wrap around my
legs. I don't know what they wanted with me but I'm not about to
find out. Just as I think this, I trip, I fall. Black.

I awake moments later with a wet sensation upon my face. The rain
falls down at the speed of tears. Looking around, I see the grass
is once again half-dead. My head hurts like it does the morning
after a big party. I get up slowly to avoid falling over. I look
at where the gate is supposed to be and, lo and behold, it is
back! Return to its good old rusty self. Maxy charges from behind
me and leaps over the gate. Here we go again!